The wilting flower -hoseok x bts-

-5-

Third person pov...
To say the boys were excited is an understatement. A week has passed and they were going to meet Hoseok once more.

They waited in the cafe across the flower shop. All ordering a few cakes and different types of teas.

Finally they saw a big crowd gather by the flower shop. Sure enough it was hoseok. They knew he'd be coming but they were surprised.

There he was. Such a fine specimen of a human. His hair wavy and bouncy as ever. A choker enhancing the sinful collarbone and milky shoulders being exposed. And to completely destroy them. He was wearing a skirt.

A mother fucking skirt. The brown matched his hair and complimented the creamy white off the shoulder top.

But what really made their hearts race is when they saw a little boy trip on the stone sidewalk. hoseok immediately ran to comfort him. His warm motherly smile as he embraced the crying boy melted their beings.

They all left the cafe not forgetting to pay with a generous tip. Going to the flower shop. And when hoseok came back out with his daisies and a shining smile. The boys immediately walked over to fulfil their promise and hopefully get better chances of becoming closer.

Hoseok pov...
They only said they'd fix my shirt. I didn't expect them to give me a bunch of new clothes. Oh no! How much do these cost? It must be a fortune!

"Thank you, really. But i cant accept these. I would never be able to repay you for such fine clothing."
I politely declined the many gift bags.

"No, no. We insist. Not only did i wreck your favourite shirt. I embarrassed you by making you shirtless in front of men. That wasn't right."

I do not believe its their fault. But i feel they wont accept any reasoning i give them. So ill accept this time.

I nod my head. And the smiles that come upon their handsome faces makes me feel a fluttering in my stomach.

My face heats up and suddenly i cant look them in the eyes, Or the fluttering gets worse.

"Im sorry, i cant help but say that you look absolutely stunning in that outfit."

I look up to see the man flustered. His beautiful cat eyes clearly avoiding mine as he turns even redder, when i giggle.

"T-thank you. I love wearing skirts and dresses. Its nice to know a pretty man like you thinks it looks nice on me."

I sounded confident when i said that but right now i feel like running away from embarrassment. Did i just call him pretty? Its true! But still... my face is burning hot, i must look like a flustered tomato!

They all seem taken aback. and the boy I complimented is probably as red as me, if not more so.

"I-i must head home now! T-thank you s-so much for the c-clothes!"

I bowed then quickly scurried off home with the bags of clothes in my hands.